A candle, a sadness, dredging the internet for a little comfort in the midnight hours. I am not what you want me to be, I am me.
Through the winter night outside, Christmas is drawing near. Peace on earth and good will to men - and my cynical, stony heart sighs a prayer. Because what else can it do?
I will fall asleep at last in a warm bed where dreams sing of happier times. I will not let go. And tomorrow, just maybe, a tiny shred of joy will surprise me when I realise that God himself felt this way once, for my sake.
"Courage is not always loud. Sometimes, courage is the tiny voice that whispers at the end of the day, 'I will try again tomorrow'". (unknown)
2 comments:
Courage is also the ability to keep an ear out for that tiny voice for shutting it out leads to running away the truth.
Heh. There isn't much for me to say on the subject of courage. Happy new year PP.
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